And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird’s life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and wilful as a bird’s heart?
— Joyce, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (via aclockwithouthands)
Posted May 19, 2011 at 10:31pm in literature
